He yelled from the bathroom, “this is harder than I thought, I keep getting hard trying to get it in!” I brought him a small pack of frozen peas f...r him to shrink it down with. “This should help. Now hurry up, I don’t want it getting dark out.” After another forty-five minutes of struggling, he finally managed to get it on and locked it without a second thought about the key it came with. Once on, I decided to just break the news about the key and start with his fantasy now. “So, see that key. I knew instinctively that the longer I waited, the more anticipation would build in Ashley and the better chance that she would agree. And I didn’t want to take the chance that she would simply decide not to bet – plus I had to make sure I had the right bet. While I was thinking and planning I caught a lucky break. Due to a foreclosure, a house that Ashley loved came on the market and she became frantic that someone else would get it. So I decided the time was right to make my proposal.. One could even say I felt perky. As my grandmother had foretold,the events of the day before were a mystery to everyone. I didn't wantto go to cheer practice, but I did. It went well although Chloecriticized my split and my pike. "Discipline, and precision," shescolded me. "Your team mates are counting on you."When practice was finished I saw David waiting by the door."Hey, David," I called out. He came right over. "So about the dance -"His face grew beet red. "Did Chloe tell you?" Tell me. *********************************************At the beginning . . .My name is Cassandra. I am keeping this journal at the direction of my daughter Carrie. She says it’s time I informed the world of my status as her slave. She has told me I must tell my story in every detail, from the very beginning. Carrie wants the whole world to see what I’ve become, what she made me into. As you read this it will become clear why I obey her in this, humiliating as it is for.